A mailbox is such a hopeful, old-fashioned thing, isn’t it? It implies that we expect to receive something — something worth having a mailbox for. ONE-MINUTE
No snow here, but the mail box stands at the ready. Thank you, Jill for all your kind comments this past year. I am so happy you like these little buts and bobs. I wish you the best on new years.
Pet dragons are a good thing. Do they flame the junk mail? That would be a perk. You must have the large rural mail box that can fit 3 adult cats.... or 7 squirrels. I have 9 white ones and one black in the middle. "Zorro" had #5 till he left to live with his son. The new ones smile just a little when I tell them they inherited the name. ))
A dragon's egg -- a lifetime commitment. Yikes! You are much braver than I, AnnieKate. I hope you are posting this comment over at Annie's Substack, so that more will see it. I wish you a happy, productive new year!
Hey, I've seen that mailbox before! My mailbox is a daily source of optimism, sometimes I'm surprised by what arrives. I wish my cigars would arrive, they are overdue. That free shipping deal sounds good, Sharron!
You have PARKED in front of that mailbox, my friend. Good luck getting those cigars, kid. I ordered a calendar for myself from Amazon. It arrived, I opened the package and then lost the calendar. I have searched every cupboard and drawer. Gone. ! I worry about my brain...
Mailboxes don't offer the magic they used to - now the mail is primarily ads or organizations wanting money - but I'll keep checking just in case . . .
While winning the lottery or the sweepstakes would be awesome, all I want in my mailbox is a big, fat check from the SSA, one that's big enough to actually pay the bills.
same here. It actually boosted me over $600. If only I didn't have that huge chunk that pays for my worthless health insurance (Medicare), I'd almost have a grand. ooooooo!
Pepto Bismol pink, spot on. I installed a secure mailbox, but the mail gets misdelivered so often around here, I often wonder if it was worth the cost. A wonderful reflection on the wonders of receiving snail-mail, Sharron. Stevie Wonder singing. Lots of wondering going on.
Yes there is. Mail order subscription. BUT only the really really old and demented are allowed to subscribe. I look forward to receiving mine every month.
I fondly remember those days, long ago, when I was excited to check the mailbox. Now it is mainly just to clean it out and dump the contents in the recycling bin.
Ahhh, but you never know, Mark. Today bills and junk, tomorrow two free tickets to a nearby Austin Lounge Lizards gig., with the Rev Billy C Wirtz sitting in!
Dude! I'm there. I don't even get bills. I only have an electric bill (we rent), and it is paperless. Well, that is not true. I also have a couple of streaming service bills (also paperless.) I do get a lot of AARP stuff. The magazine, the scare old people with things to worry about newsletter, and a couple thousand renewal offers each year.
What a great piece, Sharron! Something we take for granted, but has the power to change our day, or our lives! The main thing the mail lady brings to us, is a nice walk down the lane to the mailbox. Some days it's raining, and when a car drives by, we have to step off to the side of the lane, into the weeds and mud. But in spring, the walk is glorious, with all the wildflowers, and trees with green buds, and blossoms. What would I like to see in my mailbox? A guarantee of free home care, in my old age, so I can live here forever!
Well, shoot. If you are going to dream, dream big, girl! I love it that the mailbox is the impetus for your daily exercise. At the end of any day, you can assuage your conscience with “ Well… at least I picked up the mail.”
Mailboxes offer such perennial potential, don't they? We don't have them over here - most houses have a letterbox, which is a slit-with-a-flap cut into the front door of the house, and the postman puts the letters through it into the house. The small block of flats I used to live in had six letterboxes, and post would land from outside into metal boxes in the communal hallway, one for each flat.
I was obsessed by the post as a child - every time we'd arrive back from holiday I would clamour to be the one who 'dealt with the post'. I'd make piles - one for each recipient - and although none of the post would be for me - well, rarely - I was always really interested in it.
When I went through a particularly stroppy belated teenage phase (okay, between the ages of 19 and 26) I would DREAD any post arriving, in case it was a bank statement or a bill, and even now I have a nasty habit of putting to one side anything that looks like that kind of thing in favour of any handwritten envelopes. Thursday only ever brings junk mail, and I have an 'I'm not even going to LOOK at that' policy for that sort of thing.
Glad to see you could identify with this subject, Rebecca. Mailboxes! Such outmoded things, but those who grew up with them are still attached. I rarely find something of interest, but I haven't lost hope of winning something. You never know. Thanks for reading at Leaves this morning, my friend. THAT particular mail must be quite daunting. I give you full permission to just hit the delete button on some of these missives. I send out too much stuff, I know. Mercifully, they are usually quite short...
LOL - you do NOT send out too much stuff, not at all! It’s all brilliant! I’ll get my act together soon and finally catch up - there is so much amazing reading to do! xxx
haha.. & who else ‘greets the new morning 2025 better ? .. Hola ! 🧨 & rock th casbah ms Bassano ! 🦎🏴☠️💋
Thanks, my friend and a happy productive new year to you! Thanks for reading here at Leaves all year! I am grateful!
Sunshine and snow-a fine couple to share a mailbox🌈
No snow here, but the mail box stands at the ready. Thank you, Jill for all your kind comments this past year. I am so happy you like these little buts and bobs. I wish you the best on new years.
No snow? You must be in the south. The best of the New Year to you as well!
Central California coast. Id have to head for the Sierra to find snow.
Just what I did as a baby when living in San Bernadino--up to e mountains for the snow!
What do I want to receive
In my mailbox
Silly as it sounds
A dragon’s egg
Cracking along the center line
I feel I am a voyeur
Peeking into life
Struggles
Of another very
Sacred pale purple being
She emerges with a chirp of
Frustration, determination
Gratitude, freedom?
Deep breath and a puff
Of smoke, release.
It takes her a moment
To recognize she is
Confined in the mailbox -
Except for the open end
Filled with my face.
She cocks her head
Like any curious dog.
Scoffs, another puff of smoke
And I am dust:
In love.
She waddles to the open end
Perches on the little door.
And to my shoulder flies
No hesitation.
We walk the path to home.
Pet dragons are a good thing. Do they flame the junk mail? That would be a perk. You must have the large rural mail box that can fit 3 adult cats.... or 7 squirrels. I have 9 white ones and one black in the middle. "Zorro" had #5 till he left to live with his son. The new ones smile just a little when I tell them they inherited the name. ))
I envision quite a lineup of mailboxes in front of your rural, multiple-dwelling home. It would make a grand photo, don't you think?
A dragon's egg -- a lifetime commitment. Yikes! You are much braver than I, AnnieKate. I hope you are posting this comment over at Annie's Substack, so that more will see it. I wish you a happy, productive new year!
Hey, I've seen that mailbox before! My mailbox is a daily source of optimism, sometimes I'm surprised by what arrives. I wish my cigars would arrive, they are overdue. That free shipping deal sounds good, Sharron!
You have PARKED in front of that mailbox, my friend. Good luck getting those cigars, kid. I ordered a calendar for myself from Amazon. It arrived, I opened the package and then lost the calendar. I have searched every cupboard and drawer. Gone. ! I worry about my brain...
Mailboxes don't offer the magic they used to - now the mail is primarily ads or organizations wanting money - but I'll keep checking just in case . . .
I guess the secret is to mail-order stuff once in a while -- to Janice from Janice... Ha ha ha
My postman calls himself "the bringer of good news." The sarcasm is tangible - brown envelopes only through my doors thee days (bills) 😔
Those brown envelopes -- a scourge on humanity
While winning the lottery or the sweepstakes would be awesome, all I want in my mailbox is a big, fat check from the SSA, one that's big enough to actually pay the bills.
I got a $13 raise this year. Enough to buy one pound of beef... Big Whoo.
same here. It actually boosted me over $600. If only I didn't have that huge chunk that pays for my worthless health insurance (Medicare), I'd almost have a grand. ooooooo!
A winning lottery ticket would be nice. 😊
Now you’re talking! Or a coupon for a free case of gin
"Like a fool I went and stayed too long/Now I'm wondering if your love's still strong.."
OWWWW! Baby I'm yours! Yeah. Okay Are we giving away our age here?
A rural mailbox with a Valentine’s Day card that got lost in the mail years ago. It’s never too late for love.
Pepto Bismol pink, spot on. I installed a secure mailbox, but the mail gets misdelivered so often around here, I often wonder if it was worth the cost. A wonderful reflection on the wonders of receiving snail-mail, Sharron. Stevie Wonder singing. Lots of wondering going on.
Is there still a Readers Digest?
Yes there is. Mail order subscription. BUT only the really really old and demented are allowed to subscribe. I look forward to receiving mine every month.
I fondly remember those days, long ago, when I was excited to check the mailbox. Now it is mainly just to clean it out and dump the contents in the recycling bin.
Ahhh, but you never know, Mark. Today bills and junk, tomorrow two free tickets to a nearby Austin Lounge Lizards gig., with the Rev Billy C Wirtz sitting in!
Dude! I'm there. I don't even get bills. I only have an electric bill (we rent), and it is paperless. Well, that is not true. I also have a couple of streaming service bills (also paperless.) I do get a lot of AARP stuff. The magazine, the scare old people with things to worry about newsletter, and a couple thousand renewal offers each year.
What a great piece, Sharron! Something we take for granted, but has the power to change our day, or our lives! The main thing the mail lady brings to us, is a nice walk down the lane to the mailbox. Some days it's raining, and when a car drives by, we have to step off to the side of the lane, into the weeds and mud. But in spring, the walk is glorious, with all the wildflowers, and trees with green buds, and blossoms. What would I like to see in my mailbox? A guarantee of free home care, in my old age, so I can live here forever!
Well, shoot. If you are going to dream, dream big, girl! I love it that the mailbox is the impetus for your daily exercise. At the end of any day, you can assuage your conscience with “ Well… at least I picked up the mail.”
That's about the size of it Sharron..."The Green Mile." Ha Ha!
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Mailboxes offer such perennial potential, don't they? We don't have them over here - most houses have a letterbox, which is a slit-with-a-flap cut into the front door of the house, and the postman puts the letters through it into the house. The small block of flats I used to live in had six letterboxes, and post would land from outside into metal boxes in the communal hallway, one for each flat.
I was obsessed by the post as a child - every time we'd arrive back from holiday I would clamour to be the one who 'dealt with the post'. I'd make piles - one for each recipient - and although none of the post would be for me - well, rarely - I was always really interested in it.
When I went through a particularly stroppy belated teenage phase (okay, between the ages of 19 and 26) I would DREAD any post arriving, in case it was a bank statement or a bill, and even now I have a nasty habit of putting to one side anything that looks like that kind of thing in favour of any handwritten envelopes. Thursday only ever brings junk mail, and I have an 'I'm not even going to LOOK at that' policy for that sort of thing.
Glad to see you could identify with this subject, Rebecca. Mailboxes! Such outmoded things, but those who grew up with them are still attached. I rarely find something of interest, but I haven't lost hope of winning something. You never know. Thanks for reading at Leaves this morning, my friend. THAT particular mail must be quite daunting. I give you full permission to just hit the delete button on some of these missives. I send out too much stuff, I know. Mercifully, they are usually quite short...
LOL - you do NOT send out too much stuff, not at all! It’s all brilliant! I’ll get my act together soon and finally catch up - there is so much amazing reading to do! xxx